Around the þingcamp fire the people would gather and share stories of mythical creatures and dangers out there in the dark.
The Inspiration - The Story The Njuggle
The njuggle , an amphibious creature which frequented meadows and streams but was never found far from water is common in Shetland folklore. He was a master of disguise and often turned himself into a pony or horse to entice the weary traveller unto his back. Once someone was foolish enough to get on his back the creature would roar and with a flash of blue flame run for the nearest water. It was a known truth that if you were approached by a njuggle you should light a match as the creature was terrified of fire.
Click on the link above to listen to the story of a Laurenson man from Aith who left his home on Saturday night to visit a girl in North Dale. As he passed the Peerie [little] Loch, a njuggle with eyes the size of a fivepence pot came out and circled him, snorting. When he reached the footpath called the Snugga, he stopped and decided this was a bad omen. He turned tail and made for home. When folk asked him what ailed him, he said he was misfürded [run into bad luck]. He never went to see the girl again. There are many more njuggle stories on Fetlar but this is the only one concerning a Laurenson.
Mould & Stane We had planned to embark on the creation of the new pond area ( Njuggle Water) in the Spring of 2013 when this happened. A lady blackbird took up Mould and Stane (set up home) in the bird table beside the pond. Pond development was put on hold. The same Spring we had 6 different species of bird nesting in our grounds. The insect population has also increased.
Around the þing camp fire the people would gather and share stories of mythical creatures and dangers out there in the dark.
The Inspiration - The Story
The Njuggle
The njuggle , an amphibious creature which frequented meadows and streams but was never found far from water is
Njuggle story from Fetlar
Click on the link above to listen to the story of a Laurenson man from Aith who left his home on Saturday night to visit a girl in North Dale. As he passed the Peerie [little] Loch, a njuggle with eyes the size of a fivepence pot came out and circled him, snorting. When he reached the footpath called the Snugga, he stopped and decided this was a bad omen. He turned tail and made for home. When folk asked him what ailed him, he said he was misfürded [run into bad luck]. He never went to see the girl again. There are many more njuggle stories on Fetlar but this is the only one concerning a Laurenson.
Mould & StaneRecycling
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